Everything Counts by Megan Hart

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Arithmancy was a far more precise practice than Divination. Divination used signs and portents to predict the future, Arithmancy used numbers and calculations to determine how choices would affect outcomes. The difference of something as simple as one number could result in an end completely different than if one used another number or calculation to figure it ... Elspeth Valerin couldn't put a numerical value on love, couldn't use addition and subtraction on the human heart. It doesn't work. She could fact and figure her way into an assumption of the future; use the numbers to lead her choices toward positive or negative, but in the end it all came down to something she could not control ... Either Connell loved her, or he did not. And no matter how many times she looked at the numbers, she wasn't able to decide which of the two most likely results were going to happen...

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"Everything I've become is because of you," he told her.

Her hands linked around the back of his neck, pulling him down to her mouth again, and he kissed her like 'twas the last thing he'd ever do on this earth.

His hand slid up to cup her breast through the thin flaxene of her gown, and he passed a thumb over her nipple. In another moment, he slid down to take it in his mouth through the cloth, and in the next, the dream shifted and they were both naked on the bed of flowers which he knew from real life to be somewhat scratchy but here, in the dream realm, were as soft as feather bed.

She tasted of sunshine, his Ella did. His mouth moved along her body, along the soft curve of her belly, the slope of her hip, the warm skin of her thighs. He found her center. The sound of her low cry when he kissed her there made his cock twitch in response. He licked her, and she arched upward. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He found the small button of her pleasure and stroked it with his tongue until she gasped his name over and over again.

He had always loved making her shudder beneath him. He loved the taste of her desire, and the way her smooth folds swelled as she grew hot with passion. He loved the way her clit grew stiff between his lips, and the way it throbbed when she came.

"I love you," he said into her ear as once again he stretched his body along hers. "I'll never love any woman the way I love you."

And because this was a dream, thank the Astria, she did not turn him away but looked into his eyes and put her arms around him, and she took him inside her body.

"I love you, too, Connell," his dream-Ella told him as urged him to move with an upwardshift of her hips. She said the words she'd said to him once before, long ago and far away, before it had all disintegrated around them. "Make love to me."